Zach Vineyard

So many Kebabs…

The last thing that I saw last night as my eyes closed without my permission, was Dan hunting mosquito’s with an intensity of a patient hunter, knowing his prey, and at the right moment, bouncing on the bed to smack wildly at the ceiling. It’s an ancient art.

I have to say that the best Freedom Fries I ever had are without a doubt in France.

Marseille was a beautiful port city that was full of magic and wonder and smelled like a sulfur mine.

And on the 5th day we did relax, because we were tired and their was a Macgyver marathon on in french.

On the one day that we were in Marseilles we went over all of Dan’s old stomping grounds. He stomped over a lot of ground back in the day. We saw where he lived, where he laughed, where he played, and where he was accosted.

We saw the freezing beach and then tried our hand at the metro. We tried to get tickets at the automatic machines, but this nice gypsy lady gave us each one for free when nobody was looking. It wasn’t until we passed the barrier that evidently we were supposed to pay her two euros for the free tickets(more than the actual cost). Which we didn’t have, we didn’t have the small change, but gave her what we had. It didn’t feel great to screw over someone trying to manipulate us, but it felt pretty good.

That night we tried to find a place to eat bouillabaisse, and it’s funny how fast Karma struck, because the meal was akin to the worst dining experience I’ve ever had. Snooty waiters? Check! unclean utensils? Check! finding fantastic mystery prizes in the soup that look like and feel like fish bones? Double Check!

We should have gotten up and left when half the restaurant did over something that happened, but the other half stayed, and we really didn’t want to find another restaurant, so we now have this great bad dining story.

Dan was feeling down, because we have yet to eat a good sit down meal in France. that wouldn’t happen till we left the next day for Nice.

The train ride was about 2 hours and it was all along the coast, and you could see the ocean almost the entire time. There was a couple of American travelers, and I was so disheartened to find out that they were the loud ugly stereotype, because we had to hear them talk about how great they were almost the entire trip. The guy was the kinda jerk that thinks everything different about France is stupid, and falls asleep listening to Kanya West at full volume. The girl was the kinda girl who likes being with guys like that.

We arrived in Nice and made our way to the hotel, Dan keeps commenting on how clean everything is. I keep looking out for the next Kebab place.

Dan wanted to go out and see where he stayed by himself, so I did what any brother would do and volunteered to stay behind at the hotel and watch TV.

Dan came back with sodas, baguettes and Nutella and we had a light meal,we then proceeded to take a small ten hour nap.

We did Cannes the next day.